Flattering

I went to the doctor today and when I stepped up on the scale to get weighed, the nurse flipped the weight to "100" and then started futzing with the little numbers. I said, "Um, you're going to need to start at '150'. But thank you."

Slacker

Yeah, so, working out... Not really happening.

However, I have a new plan that does not involve getting up at 6 AM and heading out into below-freezing temperatures to jump into a pool. Basically I'm going to be ellipticaling because I would rather be sweaty than soaking wet when I return home in the freezing cold. Also, now that our houseguests are gone, I'm going to bust out the pilates DVDs again because now there is much less chance of someone walking in on me in the living room when I'm doing something weird looking.

Also, Jason bought himself a little running watch that records distance and stuff and he swears as soon as it arrives, he's going to start running. He actually weighed himself a week or so ago and discovered he's gained 10 pounds in the last few months. Because he wasn't weighing himself first thing in the morning, after peeing and naked like the last time he weighed himself, I figure he has really only gained maybe 7 pounds. But still. I think that shocked him into action. There has been no action as of yet, but I think once he gets a toy that will record statistics and lend itself to cool spreadsheets and charts, he'll be more apt to get up and go.

If he really does start working out then I will have to make a point of getting to the gym, lest I lose my moral superiority for being the One Who Exercises.

The Eternal Struggle

Sometimes it seems really daunting to realize that every time I go exercise I'm going to have this internal argument with myself about how I would much rather stay in bed. It's exhausting.

Swim Through the Pain

I woke up with a headache this morning. I know exactly why. I've been busy at work, working longer hours, and I tend to hold all my tension in my right shoulder. This tension turns to aching and crawls up my neck periodically and gives me a headache. Also, my workstation is not ergonomically correct in the slightest. We've talked about fixing that, but so far it's only been talk. (Personally, I would really like to get a Walkstation)

So anyway my normal "I don't want to get out of bed" banter in my mind when my alarm went off was coupled with another voice whining, "But I have a headache!" However, the logical part of my brain realized that since the headache is obviously due to tension, swimming might actually loosen up my back and shoulders and make my head feel better. That part of my brain won and I crawled out of bed, ate my pre-workout string cheese, and went to the gym.

And it did help. My head still ached a little when I left for work this morning, but nothing like it did before I went swimming. I did a lot of pulling to work my upper body muscles and I feel better. Of course, now that I'm at work I'm tightening up again. I really wish my husband gave massages. That is one area where he is sorely lacking. Apparently some of the repetitive things he does working in the lab make his thumbs hurt and whenever he tries to massage my shoulder, he winds up with aching hands. Oh well.

Getting it Done

So I'm doing okay with the exercising this week. Swam Monday, walked to work Tuesday and Wednesday ('cause after Tuesday night I was NOT getting up at 6 AM, I'll tell you that much), and swam this morning. I'll be in the pool again tomorrow morning.

However, my eating is not so good. We had pizza on election night and it's been a carb free-for-all for me since then. I haven't had the time or energy to cook healthy breakfasts and lunches for myself so I've just been grabbing whatever is nearby. Granted, I could be making healthier choices, but I've been lazy. Everything is so carbtastic. Downtown Providence is not known for its healthy eating options.

I'm planning to get a little more reasonable about food next week. I'm going to the grocery store tomorrow night so I'll grab some green leafy things and make an effort to actually eat them.

I know I said I was going to enjoy the fruits of the season (meaning Thanksgiving pies and Christmas cookies), but I honestly don't like how I feel when my diet is full of carbs on a regular basis. Plus, I feel like I am dragging in the pool and swimming reeeeeally slowly. No one wants to see that.

By the way, I would pay someone good money (like $100) to invent a durable workout suit for someone with a long torso that doesn't look like a granny suit. You can buy one Speedo suit in long torso in navy or black (boring) and it's got thick straps and a low leg, which just accentuates my giant thighs. Seriously, I am so tired of the suit riding up every time I doing a flipturn. Do you have any idea how awkward it is to flip, reach down to pull your suit down and push off the wall all at the same time? All done, of course, underwater while holding your breath. Awkward.

Soda Detox

I have determined that caffeine isn't really a problem for me. I drink one can of Diet Dr. Pepper or Diet Coke with Lime a day and don't feel the need for more. Last Monday I stopped drinking soda and announced on Facebook that my caffeine detox had begun.

Only it wasn't so much a detox as just a good thing to do because it meant I was drinking more water. I didn't have any withdrawal headaches or other aches. I was fine and just kind of noticed it around lunch time when I usually had a can of soda.

So Saturday we went out for linner (because it was 3:30 PM) and I got a Diet Coke with Lime. Yesterday I had a Diet Dr. Pepper with dinner, but only as an afterthought. It took me about 2 hours to finish the can.

Today at work our office supply shipment came in and among the items were two 12-packs of Diet Dr. Pepper for me. (There are only 3 of us in the office, so the secretary orders whatever we happen to like). So I'll probably have a can today because she was so excited to get me something I liked and I would feel bad.


70 laps this morning. I got out of the pool sooner than I wanted to and STILL missed my bus. Then I discovered that when Jason reset the clock last night, he set it 3 minutes slow. 3 minutes are KEY when you live 50 feet away from the bus stop and time things precisely to minimize the time standing out in the cold.